""Never thought we'd meet again A young wanna-be and an old has-been I wish I had a photo of this scene I've suffered through dependencies I still have violent tendencies I could sell my life to ""People Magazine"" But I don't care; I don't mind Just leave me alone or leave me behind I won't forget the way you let me down But I've gone underground So don't come any closer I might kick you in the nuts Can't place your face Can't stand your band I hate your guts It's just like Andy Warhol said Fifteen minutes and a kick in the head I hope you don't want sympathy from me There was I time I worshipped you But now I scrape you off my shoe I guess that's just the way it's meant to be And you didn't care so don't pretend 'Cause you weren't there; you weren't my friend In the end my only friend's a loaded gun And I hate everyone So don't come any closer I might kick you in the nuts Can't place your face Can't stand your band I hate your guts Don't come any closer Don't come any closer Don't come any closer Don't come any closer to me""

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Writer(s): Paul Waaktaar-Savoy